"Teacher Cui? Mr. Cui, the media area is ready. ”

Five minutes later.

After planning the next short interview, I took the business card of the curator of the Kassel Biennale from the car and returned to the shooting location.

He looked left and right, and a puzzled look suddenly appeared on his face.

Hey?

What about their art advisors?

Just now, where Cui Xuanyou was, the bald artist disappeared.

Only one photographer stood still, holding a Nikon camera with the data compartment open in his left hand and a handful of colorful euros in his right hand, with an unbelievable look on his face.

It looks like it's already messy in the wind.

"What's the situation, Mr. Cui? What are you doing?"

The planner asked in surprise.

"No...... I don't know. ”

The photographer shrugged his shoulders and replied with the same confusion, "Who am I going to ask?" Just now he just asked me to tell you that he was sorry, that he was in a hurry, and that he was leaving. ”

"Gone!" The planner was stunned, "That's all!" Nothing else? ”

"Yes, I didn't say anything, maybe that's the way other artists do things. How can they explain it to us? ”

Suddenly, the plan of being released was released, and he turned his head to look at the reporters waiting in the interview area on the side, and then looked at the business card in his hand.

The whole person is not very good.

It's a pity that he just felt that this teacher Cui is the kind of artist with a more normal brain.

Who knew that he was directly moved by this coquettish man and flashed to his waist.

These great painters, such a crazy way, are so fucking neurotic.

"Uh...... To be exact, it was a run. ”

The photographer recalls the bald man running in the sunset with a memory card in his hand and pulling his car keys out of his coat pocket.

"It's pretty fast! Maybe it's really something going on at home. ”

"By the way, he stuffed me with the money in his wallet before leaving, and then took the camera's memory card and ran away...... It's about 500 euros. ”

He stared at the bill in his hand, wondering if he should rejoice in the windfall.

The planner was dumbfounded.

What is this?

The style of this consultant, Mr. Cui, is really unpredictable.

He looked at the camera in the cameraman's hand, and looked up into the distance, but at this moment, he couldn't even see Cui Xuanyou's back.

Long.

He muttered to himself uncertainly, thinking that he might have guessed the only reliable answer.

"Could it be...... What, we photographed UFOs today? ”

——

The Berlin A116 highway runs from the city center to the northeastern suburbs.

The GT silver Porsche Carrera glows like quicksilver in the light of the sunset that is about to sink into the ground.

The rear-mounted engine produces nearly 450 horsepower in the calm and powerful roar characteristic of the boxer-opposed six-cylinder engine.

The speed hand on the car's speedometer has climbed to nearly 190 km/h.

Even though more than 60% of Germany's motorways have no speed limit, it is not very common for cars to be so fast on the road.

Only a few young people with restless blood will pull the speed to such an exciting level.

The vehicles in the fast lane ahead noticed that they were approaching at high speed in the rearview mirror, lying low on the road like a big frog, as if they were flying close to the ground and the speed machine was approaching at high speed, and they turned on their turn signals one after another to avoid the lane on the right.

A few seconds later.

The silver streamer quickly streaked past their car, disappearing into the twilight night.

The man sitting in the driver's seat of the Porsche was not a young man, but he was really restless right now.

Cui Xuanyou passed by a Volvo S60, and when he saw that the road ahead was better, he distracted himself and pressed the call button on the steering wheel.

He turned the joystick, selected a phone number marked "wife" on the multimedia dashboard connected to the phone's Bluetooth, and clicked call.

A few seconds later.

The call was answered.

"Hello, this is Leonie, please indicate your intention."

A female voice came from the microphone in German, which did not fluctuate, and her tone was indifferent like a stranger.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no adapter on the phone, and that Cui Xuanyou was very familiar with his wife.

Otherwise, ordinary people will definitely suspect that the phone call has not gone through.

On the opposite side is an emotionless voice response mailbox reading the manuscript.

"It's me, you're at home, aren't you?" Cui Xuanyou said.

"I'm at home, but I'm also creating. If it's not very necessary, we have an agreement that we should call our respective assistants, right? ”

There was a faint impatience in the woman's voice.

Cui Xuanyou's wife is not a housewife.

The other party is also an art worker.

Artists, like most social groups, are very common for people in the industry to socialize and get married.

Several of Picasso's wives and lovers were avant-garde female artists or students at his own art academy. And Uncle Sakai's wife is also an independent designer.

But.

The vast majority of husband and wife artists, whether it is the division of labor in the family or the status of husband and wife, have obvious priorities.

In the past, many women gave up their careers after getting married.

Even if not.

It was also overshadowed by the stronger side.

They are remembered as Dalí's wife, Picasso's lover, and Uncle Sakai's wife.

Mrs. Sakai is such a strong person, and after getting married, she refuses to change her surname.

Before Sakai Kazunari became famous, he even survived by feeding his wife, and he still did not escape from this category.

At home, Uncle Sakai is very well-behaved and easy to pinch.

On the outside, it's actually Uncle Sakai.

Cui Xuanyou and his wife are quite rare, and they belong to the type where men and women occupy half of the sky.

Whether it is the status of the family, or the achievements or status in the art world, he and his wife Leonie are all five-five.

His wife was born in realistic oil painting, and instead of signing a gallery, she went to work in an art museum.

Last year, she was already the deputy director and director of the Scharf-Geerstenberg Museum in Berlin, and she is a very successful woman.

Such a professional height, even Mrs. Sakai has to envy twice.

However, the fact that the two parties have made the same achievements in the art industry does not mean that the two people must have a happy relationship and a common language.

The relationship between Cui Xuanyou and his wife has always been quite cold.

All right.

For a strange couple who live under the same roof, talk to each other mostly through their sons all day long, and usually have to contact each other's assistants and secretaries even to make a phone call.

The word indifferent is really quite polite to describe.

Express your true emotions from the bottom of your heart.

Cui Xuanyou felt that this old witch was really annoying, why didn't she fucking go out and was hit by a car and died!

When two people were able to get married, there was indeed a little bit of passion and love.

So what?

Not every loving man and woman are mutual, and not every love leads to eternity.

In terms of statistical samples.

Those who can really find a soul mate are the few of the few.

Love is like a jar of mead made with the primitive freehand method, which is sealed and has dubious hygienic conditions.

Passion, hormones, momentary heartbeats, brainless fanaticism, exchange of interests, worldly cunning...... All the miscellaneous things were sealed together and buried under the roots of the tree for more than ten years.

After re-excavating.

It is a miracle that turns into a pure, sweet amber liquor, and it is life that evaporates into a jar of dull and boring gray liquid.

It is fortunate that it has not become a nest of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Over the years, the love between him and Leonie, which may have existed, has evaporated.

Germany's divorce rate is low in Europe, but Berlin has exceeded 50% in recent years, and people are getting divorced almost every day.

In the art world, it's more normal like breathing.

The shelf life of Picasso's love is as short as the flowering period of a rose.

He went from frantically hooking up with a girl to describing her as a lewd devil, and it was only a few months on average.

can maintain a husband and wife relationship for five years, and they can be regarded as a model couple in the industry.

More than ten years, it's like a miracle.

Uncle Sakai and his wife have lived happily ever after each other for so many years, which is rare among overseas artists, but it is not at all lower than Sakai's nine-figure worth.

Cui Xuanyou can't understand why he hasn't divorced for so many years.

Leonie is the typical German girl who likes beer, bread and high-calorie sausages.

When I was young, it was quite hot.

When you are old, the so-called "shelf life has passed" and you become a Germanic aunt.

The thighs are not thinner than his.

Fat, unservable, arrogant, workaholic, and cold.

With Cui Xuanyou's conditions as a great artist, if he gets divorced and returns to the life of a golden bachelor, he can simply live a happy life and fly up.

Many people in the industry do not divorce because of alimony and property division issues.

Their family is divorced, and it really can't be talked about who takes advantage of whom.

But Cui Xuanyou just didn't want to.

He was reluctant to give up his son.

Since his son was four years old, he completed the slightly youthful but generous painting on canvas, which he named "Flying Fairy by the Water".

Cui Xuanyou knows.

The best work of his life will never be those things in the CDX gallery, but Cui Xiaoming.

He is just a vessel that carries greatness.

His son is the great flower of the times that blooms in the container.

That small canvas is full of infinite possibilities.

He didn't want to lose the opportunity to carry and nurture this flower that was destined to be seen once in a century, even if it was only a possibility.

He couldn't afford to take that risk.

Legend has it that Sima Yi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty has been scheming all his life and has boiled the enemy to death, but he can't get his wife Zhang Chunhua, and he says when he meets people, "The old woman is really damned, it's too annoying." ”。

However, Zhang Chunhua put Sima Yizhi's obedience closely, and Sima Yi sighed to the people around him - "Old things are hateful, it's not a pity to die, and I'm so worried about my ears!" ”

The old thing is hateful, the face is hateful, and he wants to die, but I'm just worried that Lao Tzu is worried that such a good unicorn is unhappy.

So I had to endure it.

Every time Cui Xuanyou thinks back to the words he saw when he was studying in Dongxia, he burst into tears and felt like a confidant.

He knows it.

Actually, his wife probably thinks so about him in her heart.

"Find a quiet place where there are no other people around, or use outside. Do as I say and trust me, if it's not really important, I'm more than you want to call you. I didn't even have a partner on Hannah's side, so I ran back. ”

Cui Xuanyou held the steering wheel, which had become a little heavy because of the high speed, and overtook a cold-chain truck next to him, and said.

"Wait a minute."

The wife's tone on the phone was a little impatient, but there was still the sound of walking.

After a while, the background sound of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" in the studio in the environment was inaudible, and Leonie's voice was heard again.

This time, it was the voice of speaking into the microphone.

"Say, hurry. I'll have an art exhibition networking conference scheduled later. You'd better be in five minutes—"

"Someone wants to rob Xiao Ming's way."

Cui Xuanyou used the simplest sentence, and it took less than two seconds to interrupt his wife's complaint.

There was silence in the earpiece.

No one spoke for a moment.

In the cabin, only the sound of Porsche's sports tires rushing over the asphalt highway was the tire noise.

"Who? Make it clear. ”

The lady's voice was still calm, but it seemed to get colder all of a sudden.

"Gu Weijing - I don't have his details, it is said that Mars Gallery has signed a pre-agency contract with him, you can open the computer and go to the official website to check it. I'll call Mars' friends later, but it's not critical. The point is, I learned that he was going to participate in the Singapore Biennale this year, and someone sent me his intended works. ”

"The Singapore Biennale? This year's attention is high. ”

"Yes, and I've seen it, I think it's not bad, there is a lot of chance of winning awards and becoming an instant hit. We all know what this means. He is now eighteen years old, a painter of the same generation as Xiao Ming, but much younger than his son, and it is said that he also has a great background. ”

Cui Xuanyou slowed down and turned off the highway.

"Someone leaked his exhibited work to you? Has he offended anyone? ”

His wife is also a practitioner in the art world.

I have seen a lot of all kinds of selfish tricks.

She didn't dwell on the source of this information, and immediately grasped the crux of the matter.

"I don't care about that, though. Are you sure you drew it well? To what extent, do you have a manuscript of the other party's painting? ”

"Later, you can see for yourself, the other party spoke very cautiously, and sent a photo that was burned immediately after reading, but I still managed to take a picture. It's interesting, huh...... To put it more bluntly, the drawing is very good. Good enough that I'm racing back. ”

"Understood."

Footsteps were heard in the earpiece again, and it looked like Leonie was pacing impatiently in thought.

Cui Xuanyou did not urge.

He believed that if someone called and told them that he was cheating and was fooling around outside.

The wife may not even frown.

But it is related to Cui Xiaoming's future.

That's the bottom line.

It's his bottom line, and it's Leonie's bottom line.

Cui Xuanyou believes that on this issue, his wife and himself are in exactly the same mood, and the two of them are like crazy scientist comrades-in-arms who are engaged in research together, more like a normal couple.

When his own scientific research results are about to be published, he fantasizes about making a sensation in the world and winning the Nobel Prize.

As a result, the "paper" was snatched up.

There is nothing more depressing in the world.

Both he and Leonie will do everything they can to make sure this doesn't happen.

No matter who messaged him, the other party achieved his goal.

There was only one most brilliant position, and that was the throne that belonged to his son.

It's inherently incomprehensible in this matter.

"The Singapore Biennale, yes, I want to see if I can find someone and see what the situation is. However, since you have his sketches, and you say that I will find a way to contact the reporter and publish them anonymously, can he still participate in the exhibition normally? ”

The wife asked.

(End of chapter)